I remember really liking the screenplay but the film isn't as much fun. Some things which read fine on the page seem silly on screen - like Craig Wasson's tracking of a girl, when he's like literally one step behind, or the girl dancing in her underwear at home, or the make up of the "Indian".
It's a film of two halves - the first is a Vertigo rip off with Wasson perving on the girl next door who is meant to be Melanie Griffith impersonating a girl but really seems to be not Melanie Griffith and she dances at home in such an outlandish way. There's lots of Wasson following the girl around then they make up then it climaxes with this horrid drill murder - a death that is affecting because the girl knows the killer is there, she escapes, and cries out, and almost gets away, then is drilled to death... it's very unsettling and unpleasant and drawn out.
Then the second half it's more a wacky screwball comedy with Wasson investigating, going undercover in the porn industry, having sex with Melanie Griffith (lots of fun) who's a porn star, appearing in a Frankie Goes to Hollywood clip. Griffith's life is threatened but that feels more fun and games, and Wasson's life is saved by a dog.
Wasson isn't much of a lead, Griffith is fun (she should have played the lead), there's a lot of boobs (Griffith, Barbara Crampton, that girl at the end in the shower who really gets lingered over).
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